future

Exploring the future of science today, while looking back on the achievements from yesterday. Science fiction is science future.

The Pet
Ever since the heat wave followed the final melting of the ice caps in 3462, the weather had never been the same. Temporal and meteorological oddities had sprung up all over the planet and life drastically changed from the reports found in the archives. Some things remained the same, and the need for companionship was one of few constants.
By Alice Donenfeld-Vernoux5 years ago in Futurism
Throne Guards & The Palace Protectorate
Earths firm & mighty like a rock. Through sky’s deep breath mankind does talk. In Sol’s great brilliance mankind walks. Sol sees the world with his pure gaze. On a gold throne his power stays! His eyes pierce through the thickest haze. Celestial guards protect this throne. Within his gaze we feel at home. Pensive in mood, Sol’s not alone. Throne guards are a most high order. Responsive & pure in pleasure. In Sol's sight few souls are brighter. To the right & left we’re his hands. With Sol's grace his will we command. With his power portals expand!
By David Duran 5 years ago in Futurism
Pizza in Dystopia
“And for the final question – and for a large free pizza! – who can name all five Event Reasons as described by Arthur Pottis is his book Near-End Times: How It All Came About?”
By Michael Whitson5 years ago in Futurism
Lucy and the Lockets
12:56pm Outwardly confident and fearless, but still nervously touching and twisting her mom’s locket. That was how she always walked around the small town where she grew up.
By Hallie Rose5 years ago in Futurism
Going Up
I climbed up. Up stairs. Up ladders. The rooms got smaller and the corridors grew tighter. The sheets of metal that lined the walls disappeared as I entered spaces where no one was meant to be, revealing layers of tangled wires and pipes that ceaselessly hissed and whirred to keep us all alive. At the end of humanity’s turn in the universe I felt guilty that even these machines should strain themselves to see us limp into another tomorrow.
By Mitchell Montanye5 years ago in Futurism
The Shift
The city was dark and hollow, a vast grey fossil of an extinct civilization. A permanent dusk shadowed the Earth, the sun smothered by thick clouds of ash and gas. Bustling city life had withered and died years ago when the radio storm began.
By jade5 years ago in Futurism
The Druidstone
I close my eyes. Death is like a craving now. An insatiable thirst. I hunger for it. When I look up, the prison guard is standing over my bruised body, his taunts lingering in the thick air of my concrete cell. “You will never beat us Finian, you weak, pathetic man.”.
By Deneil Fernandez5 years ago in Futurism
New Hollow Men
The flame-streaked cloud tore apart the western sky in glaring ostentation where it hung between the lingering brightness of the horizon’s edge after the sun had set and the coalescing darkness claiming the firmament’s eastern regions.
By Michael Whitson5 years ago in Futurism
Lucees Heart-shaped Locket
Lucees Heart-shaped Locket A dystopian short story by Geraldine Wise Pimento Mikes It had been threatening to storm for days. The forecast was something Kennedy never listened to, too many words and maybes. There was lightning in the valley behind her, and the sky was getting darker. As the cool wind began to blow around her tiny cabin, she decided she should go to the grocery store before it got too late.
By geraldine wise5 years ago in Futurism
The Break In
Five hundred years have passed since the Great Tyranny, and fifteen hundred since the pandemic. All country superpowers were weakened enough for The Uprising to succeed. Starting in the Americas, then spreading across the globe. We now have The Tyrants. The new world order council. The Four Section Leaders and the Great Tyrant. Section One, the Americas, Section Two, Africa, Section Three, Asia, and Section Four, Europe.
By Gabrielle S. Awori5 years ago in Futurism
Pinatubo
The planes again. I don’t recognize them by sight, nor by sound, but by smell. That foul odor that smells of jam fished out from a cavity. The effluvium descends from the stratosphere and sneaks in through the gaps between door and frame, through a window I forgot to close, and it saturates the rooms in each house in seconds. On the sidewalk, heads send their glances skyward, several sending spit and curses alongside. They find nothing; the aircrafts have departed long before their cargo touches the ground. After a couple of minutes, when everyone has exhausted their complaints and olfactory fatigue has set in, activity restores on the streets, and people return to their houses or duck into their cars and drive off.
By Alan Bundoc5 years ago in Futurism
The End
I wasn't with the faithful when it began. We had been taken to an empty farm house the otherside of the mountains from town. Shoved into dark rooms and guarded by men with guns. My ex husband had come to claim my daughter. He had never been one of us but they interrogated him anyway. Finally they allowed him to take her. She was crying and clinging to me. I was strangely calm, placating her with soothing and encouraging words, stroking her funny blue hair. I removed my locket and gave it to her. Inside were our pictures, face to face, as if in a kiss. I kissed her hands, her face and her hair. I let her go. As i always knew i would. Her face, her eyes were all i could think about from then on.
By Winona Burgett5 years ago in Futurism